On the way over we stopped at Multnomah Falls, but it was so crowded we didn't hike up.
You have to look closely to see Mt. St. Helens at the top of the mountains in this pic. I grew up under that mountain and all its grumbling and puffing. I was so mad when the mountain blew its top. I was young and I didn't like change, and it was MY mountain, and it wasn't symmetrical and beautiful anymore.
Looking east from the Astoria bridge at the mouth of the Columbia. Mt. St. Helens is in this one too, just to the left of that island.
We took my nephew with us. He'd never stayed in a hotel, and he was really intrigued by it all. The boys had a lot of fun running on the beach.
Whale skeleton on the beach. I was fascinated by all these vertebrae behind its head.
A very loud and active feeding frenzy:
Cool old cabin:
We got home after a very long drive yesterday, and the naughty horses were out in the big pasture that isn't completely closed off from the big, bad world. They came in pretty easily at the promise of grain though, and I fixed the temporary fence that someone had run through. The dogs were VERY happy to see us. It's good to be home, even though that means lots of laundry and going back to work.
There's a pretty awesome looking thunderstorm coming in. I think I'll go outside and watch it until it starts raining. :)